What Moves You?

Hi Wonderful readers,

I don’t  usually do writing exercises or memes, because I never think I have much to say.  How do you write about the ebb and flow of a day with tears and poop and defiance? But someone recently asked me something that kind of rattled me and made me stop. She said, “what moves you?” Sadly, it took me a while to answer. My brain is full of grot and dust. But if you have time and a mind to share, I’d love to know what moves you. Thanks for being here, for reading in this space.

Moves Me Poem

skin like parchment

crackled

crossed with lines, almost

viciously

a reminder

of age or beauty, now

fading like ripples

on still water.

Those hands move me

long distances

twist me    show me

a landscape of a life

snapshots

blazing technicolor

in scar and stain and callus.

What secrets have hands

like that known?

Could they spin me a story

a rhyme

a parable

leave me gasping

like all fine teachers can.